Ortega Murillo novel at the United Nations

Novel

The government of Daniel Ortega will be remembered not only as the one who mbadacred the citizens when they claimed their rights, but also as the most liar in history. The exhibition held yesterday before the United Nations Human Rights Council is a monument to cynicism. There are more truths in a novel than in the 36 pages read by Valdrack Jaenschke. Pure fiction Perhaps it would be laughable to hear if it was not because this novel relies on more than 300 real bodies, the agony of some 600 citizens jailed for their ideas, the forced exile of some 50,000 Nicaraguans, a destroyed economy and He kidnapped a country.

One hundred years of loneliness

Something like that had read. On December 6, 1928, the Colombian army shot down a banana strike in the municipality of La Ciénaga, near Santa Marta, Colombia. The real figures of the murdered workers have never been known. He speaks nine to a thousand. Gabriel García Márquez incorporated this episode into his novel Hundred Years of Solitude. Of course, with much more control than the version of the Nicaraguan government.

Probability

It is that they do not even take care of the likelihood. There are credible lies. That is, they seem real. That someone can believe them. But those of the Ortega Murillo government are lies of such improbability that they should have been guided to Geneva: "No, gentlemen, here is the Universal Periodic Review (UPR), the contest of the biggest lie is there. right…"

A dream

In Gabriel García Márquez's novel, José Arcadio Segundo Buendía wakes up bloody the night of the mbadacre in a wagon carrying the bodies of the murdered workers to throw them into the sea. He is the only survivor of this train of 200 cars filled with dead. Escape and return to Macondo where, to his surprise, life remains the same. Moreover, no one knows about the dead. As if that did not happen. Like everything was a dream.

journalists

The report of the Nicaraguan government indicates that between April and June this year, there was a violent attack on "the process of development, welfare, growth and restitution of rights". Ensure that the right of mobilization and meeting is respected here, as the law says, and that no journalist is imprisoned for covering the reports. They want to convince us that it was a dream that there were two brave journalists named Miguel Mora and Lucía Pineda, that we had imagined the police patrolling the streets and roads and that we did not know how the joke had started. here even to wear a national flag they put him at one prisoner. Or to sing the hymn. Or chimbombas in the water. It was a dream, says Valdrack Jaenschke.

There were no deaths

"The official version, repeated and crushed a thousand times throughout the country as a means of disclosure, revealed that the government was at hand, ended up imposing: there had been no deaths, satisfied workers had returned with their families and the banana society had suspended its activities so the rain had pbaded Martial law was maintained, anticipating the need for emergency measures to remedy the public calamity caused by the torrential rain, but During the day, the soldiers crossed the torrents of the streets, the trousers rolled up in the middle of the legs, playing shipwrecks with the children. "Precision: this fragment corresponds to one hundred years of loneliness and not to the report read by Valdrack Jaenschke.

I did not go

What we have in the official narrative is the typical version of the main suspect. The "I did not go", indignant at caught in the act. His strategy is simple: erase what is possible from crime and, what is not possible, blame others.

Happy people

"At night, after the curfew, they knocked down the gates with rifle butts, took the suspects out of their bed and took them on a no-return tour, which was still the search and the only thing they could do. extermination of the criminals, murderers, arsonists and undisciplined decree number four, but the army denied them to the relatives of their victims, who overflowed from the commanders' office looking for news. " 'was surely a dream,' insisted the officers.In Macondo, nothing happened, nothing happens nor will ever happen.It's a happy city. "Again clarify: this is 39 is another fragment of a hundred years of loneliness.

Central America account

I do not know, it's maybe more awkward than the bad. Maybe they were wrong about the event. If it was to present a novel, they were perhaps looking for the Centroamerica Cuenta festival that is currently taking place in San Jose, Costa Rica, and they mistakenly went to the Periodic Review. United Nations, in Geneva, Switzerland. Perhaps.